forum I Know Pride Month Was Four Days Ago But... (1 on 1) (Closed)

Started July 05, 2018 by @IconicUsername

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Darren rushed inside and unzipped his now soaked hoodie. He took it off and shivered, Alistair could now see all of him, not just some hooded figure.

He knew he should probably get the guy a blanket or something to keep warm and turn on the heater, but he was more interested in the alleged secrets than anything else. "So, tell me. Why don't you have a barcode?"

"Pushy pushy, patience please, I just got here," Darren laughed as he found a place to sit.

Alistair made a face and went to go put away his umbrella and turn on the heater. He returned to the living room area with a blanket and threw it at Darren's face. "Now tell me," he said, almost childishly.

"You're being controlled," He began with a knowing grin.

He blinked, not knowing what to make of the words and narrowed his eyes. "Controlled? What do you mean?"

"They have been planning your life since before you were born. They planned out your birthday, what you looked like, when you die and how old you'll be, what career you'll have, who you'll marry, how many children you'll have, your entire life… In their control,"

"That's ridiculous," he said, clenching his jaw. "That's an absolutely ridiculous claim. You're lying. That doesn't make any sense."

"Why else would they need the chips? They need to know where and who you are so if you find out and run they can end you," Darren chuckled, "You don't have to believe me,"

"It's for safety measures," he said abruptly. "They said it's for safety measures…" His voice died as he came to the realization. He swallowed his apprehension. "…That doesn't answer the question though. Why don't you have a barcode?"

"I'm a runaway, they can't identify me if I don't have a code,"

"Well duh," he said, making it a face. "How'd you get rid of it? Will they come after me now? Do they know that I know?"

He shook his head, "They won't come for you, they don't know. They can't track me sooo…."

"Is that supposed to be reassuring? That's not very reassuring," Alistair said. He hollowed out his cheek and then headed into the kitchen. "Want anything to eat?"

Darren was starving, "Uh, sure,"

Alistair rifled through his kitchen, annoyed he'd have to give Darren one of his rations for the week but he could miss a meal, it'd be fine. He took out a ration pack from the cupboard and warmed it in the microwave. "Do you mind? The bread is a bit stale and the soup… isn't really soup, but it's better than nothing."

Darren shrugged, "I haven't eaten in awhile so anything is better than nothing,"

"By 'in awhile', you mean how long?" He asked, rifling throughout the kitchen and setting up another ration pack for him, himself to eat.

"A very long time," He laughed, "I'm not dead so, I'm fine,"

"Yeah but that's anything but healthy. Here, have two ration packs, you need them more than I need any," he offered.

"Yeah but that's anything but healthy. Here, have two ration packs, you need them more than I need any," he offered.

“Thank you but those are your. You need them, they’re all you have,” Darren eyed the rations.

(Sorry. I’ve been all over. My brother was in the hospital and yeah….)

(Ahh, that sucks. What happened?)

Alistair shrugged. "I can live without a meal or two. You need them more than me." Then he smirked, noticing Darren looking at the rations. "Besides, you want them anyway. I can see it."